A Rendezvous With Crescent Moon…


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the moon is a silver sliver
perched over lapels of blackberry nights,
a brooch on nocturnal bosom
like fragment of wilted dream lurking
in vacuous ambiguities of night sky,
a cloudy quilts cuddle
it in soft cotton-wool realms,
a flickering smile of the night
seeking to dilute its morose overtones.

we together shared a rendezvous of silence
as it alit on ripples of grappa bay
its countenance wreathed in tired wrinkles,
we shared roasted peanuts
sprinkled in rock salt and pepper
munching our elusive togetherness in quietude
sipping hot cocoa aromas
with chocolate-addicted tongues
licking away molten mustaches
from upper lips coated in sweetness,
as the night flowed gently
as a river epitomizing quiet grace.

wearing lunar crescent in raven mane
night preens in lake’s mirror,
as a coquette wearing starry tiara~
I and the moon share stimulating dialogue
talking of shooting stars leaving
stardust footprints in argent stilettos,
to prophesy the moods of morrows,
of sultry scents of blooming jasmine
destined to perfume threshold of dawn,
of frenzied moths in salsa
beneath jaundiced sheen of street lamps.

swapping smiles we played with fireflies–
crooning lullabies of fluorescence,
gathering dewdrops from sleeping lotus petals
it was a fragrant moment
when time stood still entranced
until the serenade of falling rain broke
the trance as bursting bubbles,
and you fled to hide under the clouds
only to foolishly drench yourself
in the pouring chill of rain-showers…

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